SHE'S RUNNIGN THROUGH MY MIND ALL DAY [open, joining]

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    The pretty and feminine apprentice sat the border, pale eyes blinking slowly. So this was Darkclan eh? Apparently this place was so bad ass there were rumors of a cat here as bad as an exiler. She doubted it was true, but her interest had been caught. The slim female's beauty was notable, but there was this darkness to her that was hard to describe. Maybe it was her blue eyes, which where nearly white save for their midnight blue pupil. She waited patiently, though she was growing bored.

    [align=center][font=copperplate gothic]S△TURNINEMERCEN△RY LEON K△MIK△ZE
    [size=7pt]battles dominated: 2 ▲ captures made: 0 ▲ information acquired: 0
    [font=times new roman][size=9pt][color=#91a88b][color=white]△     Saturnine was always around. Always, and perhaps that was the reason he was usually one of the first couple to arrive at the scene of a joining. "Oh, fun," he sighed, dropping down from one of the trees with a sore wince. His muscles screamed to lay down, but he still had work to do, even if he was on a rest day for training. "Name and Business, I ain't got all day."


    [align=center][spoiler=tags][size=8][font=copperplate gothic][color=#f7f9eb]Basic
    Saturninemercenary ▲ 14 Moons ▲ Male ▲ Darkclan ▲ NPC x NPC ▲ Jaguar


    Powers
    Super Strength


    Bodies
    Jaguar


    Battle
    Brass Knuckles ▲ Mentally - Literally Nothing ▲ Physically Hard ▲ Ask to Capture + Maim + Torture ▲ No Kill ▲ Attack in [color=brown]Brown

    "lipstickpaw, joining," the female said, smirking slightly. "and I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I'm not a liar," she retorted. She remained composed and calm, as if this was a normal day for her.


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    [size=16pt]DAMIEN DIMERA[/size]
    Sabertooth - Male - Darkclan Warrior - Extreme

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    Damien Dimera
    Darkclan Soldier
    Homosexual
    Single
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    "You get used to it." Damien would say as he made his way over the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Not often did the male joke, but it was hard to deny the truth. Saturnine was a harsh individual, but he was also half decent once you got past the abrasive exterior. Not that Damien had done that much delving into the others psyche- they were practical strangers to one another still- but thosepositive traits had managed to shine through, and that had been enough for the large silver sabertooth to overlook the constant attitude. Good people came in all shapes and sizes, after all.




    "Name's Damien Dimera. Welcome to Darkclan." he would say, his tone mostly one of indifference save for that one sliver of humor that had briefly lifted it's head when he'd first spoken. Even then his tone had been dull and unenthusiastic, and it was pretty obvious why most pegged him as cold, emotionally cut off, and boring. "Have any questions about the place? If not, camps that way." he would say, gesturing down a well worn path leading deeper into the territory.







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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 440px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt]Plus it was interesting to have such an individual. It livened the place up somewhat, but with all the conflict lately it probably didn't really need that. Then again, maybe the dragoness' situation would be much worse if she wasn't so constantly focused on the hostile male. "Hello, welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Nivata," she hummed, settling down a few strides from the other two. Damien had already offered the usual, and so she'd leave it at the simple introduction.[/fancypost]